Waiting -Dr’s appointment: My left shoulder has been bothering me for a few weeks now and I finally went to see my doctor. She is thinking rotator cuff and I went to get x-rays the same day. (She wanted to do an MRI but insurance dictates that I get an x-ray first.) Should get word in a day or two what the x-rays show and she already gave me a referral to orthopedics. So now I just wait. And try not to use my left arm in ways that cause pain!

The wait is over – about school: Last year we started to be very unhappy with my son’s school and this year the feeling has increased. We have been looking for different options for quite some time now and in January we finally found a private school we really liked and applied. I have no experience with private schools. When I was growing up you went to the school you were assigned to. Period. This school has a hard cap of 28 kids total to be admitted for fifth grade (two classes of only 14 each!). Fifth grade is where the school starts so all the slots are available. I don’t know how many applicants they have but a committee makes the decision sometime in March. No specific date and the wait is starting to wear on me a bit. I feel like I am holding my breath and getting ready to pass out but I can’t take that breath yet. Two more weeks. You guys need to write some distracting posts for me. And maybe say a little prayer? Thank you!

UPDATE: My son got in! Found out late Tuesday night. Whew, so happy to take a deep breath.

Something I changed: I decided to jump the gun a bit with spring because frankly my front door “winter” wreath looks pretty silly when it is 80° outside and having a snowman on the mantle was comical. So I swapped out my seasonal decorations a little early. I constantly have to look for a happy medium to live by as the weather doesn’t match the calendar as far as the seasons go, at least what I think of as “normal” seasons.

Paint Chip Poetry: In honor of St. Patrick’s Day I picked out five green paint chips (words in italics).

Everyone has their own version of the Garden of Eden:

For my Grandmother a trip to the Emerald Isle sipping a pint in a low ceilinged pub in front of a peat fire.

My Uncle- sitting behind left field in Fenway Park glove at the ready for a long, high fly ball.

For my sister trapped in the wrong era a ring of vintage turquoise large enough to choke a baby.

For myself an alpine forest backing up to a mountain cabin near a crystal clear snow melt lake.